Here we go again.

Brace yourself. This might hurt. Another post about nothing. I am incredibly hungry. That is something. Something about nothing. Pretty much sums up my whole blog. I often wonder why my stalker keeps coming back here to read this. I know she does, because she posts comments on most of the jargon I write. Nutso!

Was going to type coo coo, but opted for Nutso instead. Coo coo. I remember when her son Rob was little. He had a tendency to add the L sound after words starting with B's and C's.
"The clar went over the blidge." Anyway, one day while I was babysitting him, I asked him to say "coo coo clock." I thought this would help him realize he was adding L's that weren't necessary. HOWEVER, he simply replied "I clant."

My brain flits around all day long. It's a wonder I can function properly. Here's what I mean. As I was typing "the clar went over the blidge" I thought about my stalker's other son who, when he was maybe 4 or 5 years old, was taken to get an autograph from a female race car driver. When he met with her, he said "I like your husband's car." After advising him that it was not her husband's car and that it was indeed hers, he said "No it's not. It's his - he just lets you drive it." Or something very similar to that...

Now, while typing that last paragraph-like thing, my belly grumbled and I started focusing in on the fact that I'm hungry. What to eat? What am I going to make for dinner? I roasted a couple chickens last night - we ate one. I cut the second one up to make hot chicken sandwiches. I also made a large pot of stock so

I had to leave there for a bit... bet you didn't even notice I was missing did you? Only thing that might have given it away was the fact that my sentence wasn't carried through to its end. My lovely train of thought was pierced by a customer who constantly expects instant service at extremely low pricing. I speak with him at least four times a day - usually more. Each call consists of him telling me he's in a panic and that he needs us to squeeze an order through for him. Forget that we have orders for 30 other customers who need their items coated as well. His time (I guess) is more important.

Why should his problems become ours? Why should all our other customers suffer because the company I'm referring to, does not seem to hire anyone that possesses time management skills? ARG. Now we are rushing, rescheduling, bumping orders and switching colours (at no extra cost to the culprit). If this were my company, I would start charging him for rush orders. Might put a stop to it all. But, who am I?

I hate letting people frazzle me, so I will end it there. Moving along... Movin' right along.... duggadun duggadun...now I'm singing the song in my head. You know? The one from the Muppet Movie?

I can't wait for spring. I got up this morning and went out back to check the block of ice, that, at any other time of the year is actually a pond with koi in it. The pump was sucking air because the water level has dropped severely as the top 4" have turned to ice. So, because the hose is not hooked up, I spent 20 minutes lugging buckets of water out of the house

Damn. You-know-who just called back again. Five calls in a matter of 30 minutes. I'm getting mad. I wonder when I gave birth to this little Chinese man? I must be his mother - he tries to play the same way my kids do. No doesn't mean no... it just means keep asking. Maybe, just maybe, I'll give in - or change my answer.

Damn. My pants are riding up - hehehe, call me Camel toe Moe. Actually, please don't. How's that for a shift in thought? Who thinks up this horrid names for things? Camel toes & muffin tops. Bah - enough of that. Must have something more interesting to write about. Think, THINK. Jimmy Neutron. I love that show. Call me crazy. No wait, I've already admitted that I perform a daily "teetering on the edge of insanity" routine. I'd call it an act, but I have to admit, there is no acting involved. The fact that I like Jimmy Neutron should not be that much of a shock for you.

Alright. I should end this. I have to get something to eat. And I have had to pee for a couple hours now. Time to tend to these tasks. OMG - did I just refer to eating as a TASK? You should see the size of my derriere. Trust me. Eating is not something I have a hard time doing! Just wobbled to the total insanity side for a moment. I have recovered. I will be fine. I swear.

OUTTA HERE. Now get back to work!